We do a little law bending

Crusher did not feel like an Underlord. She didn’t know how to describe his power, but he gave off the spiritual impression of overwhelming, impossible physical power.
The moment Crusher manifested, he roared.
The ground shook. The aura quivered. The light in the cave-like arena trembled.
Yerin and her Blood Shadow, both of whom had rushed forward immediately, staggered as blood aura caused the roar to affect their bodies directly. Blood streamed from Yerin’s ears—madra usually preserved a sacred artist’s hearing during combat, but the roar was too powerful. Yerin should have focused her spirit to protect her ears. Now it was too late.
Crusher appeared next to her.
He didn’t have a spatial artifact…or any sacred arts at all, really. He did have incredible leg strength and dexterity. Yerin managed to spin and get her feet beneath her, raising her sword to block. The blade began to glow with an Enforcer technique.
Crusher slapped her.
Yerin caught the blow with both hands on her sword.
And stopped it.
Shoumei’s shock froze her thoughts. Crusher’s strength was so great that it worked on a conceptual level, according to the Blood Sage. It could bend the rules of the physical world with its strength, as Heralds or Monarchs could.
Crusher couldn’t do so to such a degree, of course, but no one below Herald should be able to stop his attacks. No one. The ground shattered beneath Yerin’s feet, and if ordinary laws still held sway, she would have been sent flying into the distance by the difference in their weight alone. But there was the clearly impossible scene of Yerin taking a blow the size of her entire body and not budging.
Until a moment later, when Crusher put more power into his hand.
Then he hurled her entire body across the arena, and Shoumei could breathe again.

Wintersteel (Cradle Book 8) [Yerin contends with Crusher's strength due to her unusually well-developed willpower]

The crowd was gone, but this still wasn’t a technique she would usually use with homes so close. Silver light lit up the night as a fully detailed sword of madra closed the gap between her and the Blood Sage in a blink. Aura chewed up the ground, nearby walls, and the edges of the rooftops. The air screamed.
The Sage of Red Faith stopped it with one hand. He didn’t even stand up, just raised a palm and intercepted the technique.
The force almost bowled him over.
He stumbled back, channeling more power into defending himself. When the technique faded, blood flowed from his palm.
Yerin stood, panting and watching. She had known he would stop it. He was a Sage with his students behind him. Besides, if he had dodged, the technique would only have blasted off into the distance. She wasn’t so far gone that she couldn’t consider her surroundings.
But she was angry enough that she hadn’t been able to think of a better way to express it.
The Blood Sage didn’t look put off, though. He looked delighted.
He held up his bloody hand to her as though it proved something. “You see? You see? Your will is far more developed than an Underlady should be capable of. It’s your Blood Shadow, all your Blood Shadow, and the more of an independent will it develops⁠—”

Wintersteel (Cradle Book 8) [Ex. 2, where she makes Red Faith bleed, despite the raw difference in power and stats between their advancement stages being, and I quote, "like the distance between the lowest valley and the highest stars."]

Dreadgods had blood, Lindon knew. He had dissected enough dreadbeasts. As they were made of flesh, Yerin’s madra should tear it apart.
But that little pinprick didn’t even slow the Wandering Titan down. Its free hand came in as a fist, striking at Yerin.
She leaped off her Cloud, meeting it in midair with both her swords. She had nothing to push on but aura, so the strike should have sent her flying into the horizon.
But Lindon felt power beyond the physical, a weight of conceptual strength like he had once felt from Crusher. For just an instant, the Dreadgod’s fist hit Yerin and stopped.

Bloodline (Cradle Book 9) [Another instance against a much stronger opponent]